The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Volumes 1-2C. Scribner & Company, 1868 |
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Page 85
... shore . Come forth , noble masters , come forth to the field , Where freshness and health may be found , Where the windrows are spread for the butterfly's bed , And the clover - bloom falleth around . " Hold fast ! " cries the waggoner ...
... shore . Come forth , noble masters , come forth to the field , Where freshness and health may be found , Where the windrows are spread for the butterfly's bed , And the clover - bloom falleth around . " Hold fast ! " cries the waggoner ...
Page 93
... shore Before his hour be past . " " I may not brave the river's ire , " Quoth I , on such a night ; Come , shelter take beside my fire , And wait till morning light . " ( 6 Then she , with sharp and eager cry— " Now , now ! Take double ...
... shore Before his hour be past . " " I may not brave the river's ire , " Quoth I , on such a night ; Come , shelter take beside my fire , And wait till morning light . " ( 6 Then she , with sharp and eager cry— " Now , now ! Take double ...
Page 94
... shore- The village bell loud clanging rung ; The Old Year was no more . Mid - channel I had gained - What lics Beside me on the seat ? The purse ! May I believe my eyes ? I half rose to my feet . Thought I , I saw it reach her lap ! 94 ...
... shore- The village bell loud clanging rung ; The Old Year was no more . Mid - channel I had gained - What lics Beside me on the seat ? The purse ! May I believe my eyes ? I half rose to my feet . Thought I , I saw it reach her lap ! 94 ...
Page 95
... airs that greet The wild thyme where they pass . I reach my boat - I grasp my oar- Aslant up stream I steer— Give way with will ! Give way ! The shore At every stroke I ucar . I shipped my oars , -rose to my feet- Prepared GARLAND 20 95.
... airs that greet The wild thyme where they pass . I reach my boat - I grasp my oar- Aslant up stream I steer— Give way with will ! Give way ! The shore At every stroke I ucar . I shipped my oars , -rose to my feet- Prepared GARLAND 20 95.
Page 151
... shore . To spicy groves , where he had won His plumage , of resplendent hue , His native fruits , and skies , and sun , He bade adieu . For these he changed the smoke of turf , A heathery land and misty sky , And turned on rocks and ...
... shore . To spicy groves , where he had won His plumage , of resplendent hue , His native fruits , and skies , and sun , He bade adieu . For these he changed the smoke of turf , A heathery land and misty sky , And turned on rocks and ...
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Page 275 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of earth A youth to fortune and to fame unknown: Fair science frowned not on his humble birth, And melancholy marked him for her own. Large was his bounty, and his soul sincere, . Heaven did a recompense as largely send: He gave to misery all he had, a tear: He gained from heaven ('twas all he wished) a friend.
Page 54 - Where some, like magistrates, correct at home, Others, like merchants, venture trade abroad, Others, like soldiers, armed in their stings, Make boot upon the summer's velvet buds, Which pillage they with merry march bring home To the tent-royal of their emperor...
Page 182 - Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings: — Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll!
Page 217 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden, saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Page 240 - WHEN Freedom from her mountain height Unfurled her standard to the air, She tore the azure robe of night, And set the stars of glory there. She mingled with its gorgeous dyes The milky baldric of the skies, And striped its pure celestial white With streakings of the morning light; Then from his mansion in the sun She called her eagle bearer down, And gave into his mighty hand The symbol of her chosen land.
Page 331 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 192 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 181 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, a<s the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new, Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Page 255 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower ; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown : This child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 273 - Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife, Their sober wishes never learned to stray ; Along the cool sequestered vale of life They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.